Clothes all on the floor
Dishes in a pile
Laptop I adore
Videos are my life
Friends I have no more
Left only my thoughts
Television idle
Always black, no sound
Scattered irrelevance
Scattered like my brain
The 22 year old loser
Yet I'm not insane
I, I've been thrown from my horse and been trampled
And like the mud that I'm in I've been walked on
And left for dead but hold on you forgot
That I may be small but I'm so strong
So strong
Ruff I hear outside
Compressure on my skull
The chew, munch, slop with words
Makes me curl inside
And like little, raging nanos
They stack, video game
Takes my furrowed brow
Jeads me to a glide
Gimme those bloody headphones
So I can block it out
Timpeall Timpeallán
I need to get out
I, I've been thrown from my horse and been trampled
And like the mud that I'm in I've been walked on
And left for dead but hold on you forgot
That I may be small but I'm so strong
So strong